On the hottest day of the year, indeed, the hottest weekend, glorious sunshine outside, me, inside in Hospital.
This was an operation for which I have been on a waiting list for four months,
suffice to say it is a procedure that you would not be having if you were a man.
As I have come to expect, the NHS were fantastic.
Because they care so much about my recovery, they sent me home (after a scant 36 hours) with thigh high anti thrombosis stockings (in this heat!) and syringes with which to inject myself in the stomach every day for a week.
My experience with injections has so far been the annual injection of olive oil into the Xmas turkey.
In an amazing gesture of marital solidarity, considering his needle phobia, The Hubby was by my side for the first injection. He went very pale and had to go and have a sit down afterwards. I am sparing him further interaction.
My method is to say "1 2 3 ...Go! " about 6 times before actually performing the operation.
For anyone else who may be attempting this procedure, it is better to do it standing up rather than lying down.
I am doing something wrong as I have bruises at the site of each injection.
Dr Lauren finds this amusing. When I pointed out to her that it is not nice to laugh at your patients, she pointed out to me that I am her mother. Fair enough.
Nonetheless, I forgive her for this lack of sympathy , as I was afforded special treatment in hospital due to the fact that my daughter is a doctor. Especially by the other Foundation Doctors with whom I sympathised, knowing how hard they have to work and how difficult it is.
One Foundation Doctor almost started crying as she told me how exhausted she is doing this with two small children . I felt even more sorry for after there was a screw up with my discharge from the hospital and I had to leave without my meds, and they all blamed "The Junior Doctor".
Health and Safety has to be adhered to, so I have one of these...
In a country where they will not sell you 2 products over the counter if they both contain paracetamol, it is amazing that they give needles to a totally unqualified person. (me) and trust me to dispose of them responsibly.
Well, of course I will.
There is no recycling bin in my house for this, I have to zip it back into its handy carry case and take it to my GP.
Lordy!
This was an operation for which I have been on a waiting list for four months,
suffice to say it is a procedure that you would not be having if you were a man.
As I have come to expect, the NHS were fantastic.
Because they care so much about my recovery, they sent me home (after a scant 36 hours) with thigh high anti thrombosis stockings (in this heat!) and syringes with which to inject myself in the stomach every day for a week.
My experience with injections has so far been the annual injection of olive oil into the Xmas turkey.
In an amazing gesture of marital solidarity, considering his needle phobia, The Hubby was by my side for the first injection. He went very pale and had to go and have a sit down afterwards. I am sparing him further interaction.
My method is to say "1 2 3 ...Go! " about 6 times before actually performing the operation.
For anyone else who may be attempting this procedure, it is better to do it standing up rather than lying down.
I am doing something wrong as I have bruises at the site of each injection.
Dr Lauren finds this amusing. When I pointed out to her that it is not nice to laugh at your patients, she pointed out to me that I am her mother. Fair enough.
Nonetheless, I forgive her for this lack of sympathy , as I was afforded special treatment in hospital due to the fact that my daughter is a doctor. Especially by the other Foundation Doctors with whom I sympathised, knowing how hard they have to work and how difficult it is.
One Foundation Doctor almost started crying as she told me how exhausted she is doing this with two small children . I felt even more sorry for after there was a screw up with my discharge from the hospital and I had to leave without my meds, and they all blamed "The Junior Doctor".
Health and Safety has to be adhered to, so I have one of these...
In a country where they will not sell you 2 products over the counter if they both contain paracetamol, it is amazing that they give needles to a totally unqualified person. (me) and trust me to dispose of them responsibly.
Well, of course I will.
There is no recycling bin in my house for this, I have to zip it back into its handy carry case and take it to my GP.
Lordy!
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